Why were the boots abandoned? Where are the owners? What happened. Write a poem or story about them.
How to use this prompt: Using the picture and heading, create a short story or poem incorporating it. There is no right or wrong 'answer' just whatever your imagination sparks from the subject.
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Childhood Boots and Memories Mandy Eve-Barnett
Jenna grasped the key to her Aunt’s cottage as the cab drove along the winding country lane. Spring in the English countryside was bursting with colour – everything was lush boughs of green, with flowers of yellow, blue and pink. So unlike the steel grey and mirrored facades of New York, the place she came from with its noise, tall structures and bustling inhabitants. It’s only burst of colour the yellow taxis weaving among the traffic carrying passengers to and from destinations. As her taxi, a traditional black London cab transversed the gravel lane, memories of childhood visits to Aunt Dorothy’s quaint cottage came to mind. There was always freshly baked cakes and cookies,…